After she left her father and kept her son, President Pei lost control and knelt down.

Family dinner.

Pei Hansheng's beloved returned to the country, sparking much discussion among the people.

Qiao Wan, the wife, remained silent, staring blankly at the grains of rice in her bowl.

The mother-in-law changed the subject: "Qiao Wan, how many years has your first love, the murderer, been in jail? He'll be out soon, right?"

Qiao Wan concealed the humiliation in her expression: "Four years. I'll be released next month."

The mother-in-law said meaningfully, "Wow, time flies. You and Hansheng have been married for four years already."

Qiao Wan understood the implied meaning.

Four years ago, Ye Jizhou's car brakes failed, and it collided head-on with Pei Hansheng's car.

One dead and two injured.

Ye Jizhou was imprisoned.

In an attempt to obtain a letter of forgiveness from the Pei family and secure a lighter sentence, Qiao Wan knelt at the gate of the Pei residence. In the sweltering heat of forty degrees Celsius, her legs became bloody and mangled from kneeling, and she collapsed to the ground.

At that time, the Pei family invited a fortune teller to their home to do a feng shui consultation. The fortune teller said that Pei Hansheng was doomed from his serious injuries and that they should quickly find a bride to ward off the evil spirits.

The Pei family then arranged a ghost marriage for Qiao Wan.

No one expected that Pei Hansheng would wake up on the night of his wedding, while lying in the coffin.

The Pei family all said that Qiao Wan still had some luck, so they asked her to stay.

From then on, Qiao Wan took care of her wheelchair-bound husband day and night, helping Pei Hansheng smoothly take over the family business and become a well-known and powerful figure in the business world.

Four years later, the Pei family's rightful marriage partner has returned, bringing this marriage to an end.

Qiao Wan replied, "I've already had a lawyer draft the divorce agreement, and I'll show it to Mom in a bit."

The mother-in-law frowned and clicked her tongue.

Qiao Wan quickly corrected herself, "I'm sorry, Auntie."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Pei Hansheng returned.

He was tall and imposing, wearing a fine black wool coat that seemed to carry the chill of winter, and the beautifully packaged pink box he held in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

It's obviously a gift from a girl.

Pei Hansheng and Qiao Wan exchanged glances for a second before subtly looking away and sitting down opposite each other at the dining table.

From Qiao Wan's perspective, his profile was excessively handsome, colder than a blade.

Unreachable, unattainable.

The mother-in-law asked, "Hansheng, why didn't you bring Chunzhi back with you?"

Pei Hansheng said calmly, "She went back to the Jiang family."

"Then you must have met her parents. Did you mention the engagement between our two families?"

The room fell silent instantly, everyone waiting for Pei Hansheng's reply.

Qiao Wan's phone rang, and the words "Little Male God" on the screen jumped into her mind.

All eyes turned to him, but there was no blame, only cold indifference.

Superior and indifferent.

"Excuse me, I've finished eating. I'll go back to my room now."

Qiao Wan got up but hadn't gone upstairs yet.

The mother-in-law pressed on, "Hansheng, now that Chunzhi is back, shouldn't you divorce Qiao Wan?"

Pei Hansheng remained silent, his expression even colder than before.

It's pretty much an implicit acceptance.

Qiao Wan gripped her phone tightly and quickened her pace as if fleeing.

……

In the bedroom.

Qiao Wan answered her son's WeChat video call.

"Mommy, Mommy, when are you coming home? I miss you so much!"

The three-year-old's eyes were brimming with tears, and there was strawberry jam on his lips. He thought it was so delicious and wanted to share it with his mother. He was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Qiao Wanxin's heart melted, and she gently coaxed, "Mommy is still working for the bald boss. Mommy will go home to see Xiaobao after she rests."

Xiao Bao wiped his face, turning himself into a little cat with smeared fur: "That bald boss is so mean! He's taking my mommy for himself!"

Qiao Wan couldn't help but chuckle and chimed in, "That's right, if Mommy doesn't let him do it anymore, she might as well go home and spend more time with the baby."

Shen Yingtang, a close friend, walked into the video frame with a face mask on.

"How did it go, Wanwan? Did you tell Pei Hansheng?"

There were footsteps at the door. Qiao Wan didn't have time to answer and hurriedly hung up the video call.

Pei Hansheng pushed open the door and entered. He had always been indifferent to Qiao Wan, but at this moment he was especially aloof, with a hint of anger mixed in.

He stood there silently, the cold wind blowing.

Qiao Wan stood up to greet him, smiling gently: "Hansheng, are you going to take a shower? I'll help you."

She raised her hand to loosen Pei Hansheng's belt.

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes.

Up close, Qiao Wan has extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, delicate features, and flawless fair skin, making her stunningly beautiful.

But that calm and collected little face was really an eyesore.

He pushed Qiao Wan away: "Don't touch me."

Pulled by a powerful force, Qiao Wan staggered backward, her body hitting the corner of the table. A sharp pain spread from her back, and she frowned.

The bathroom door slammed shut, making the picture frames on the wall shake.

Just like a man's extreme disgust.

Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

She opened the drawer of the dressing table and took out two divorce agreements.

Xiao Bao belongs to Pei Hansheng.

She couldn't bring herself to tell the truth.

That night, Pei Hansheng got completely drunk.

He was frantically demanding Qiao Wan's virginity.

He was saying another woman's name at the same time.

Chunzhi, Chunzhi... I'm sorry, I married a woman I don't love.

Qiao Wan later learned that it was the day Jiang Chunzhi left the country.

Not long after, Pei Hansheng also went to the same country under the pretext of opening up overseas markets.

During the two years he was abroad, Qiao Wan secretly gave birth to a child without telling anyone.

And decided to raise them alone.

She never dared to ask for Pei Hansheng's love.

I dare not accept it; to do so would only bring shame upon myself.

Having weathered the difficult days, I gradually realized that I have nothing to fear about growing old alone.

Qiao Wan wrote her name neatly and cleanly in the signature column.

Ten minutes later, Pei Hansheng came out wrapped in a bath towel.

He has a great physique, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm, well-defined muscles; he's the kind of power athlete.

No matter how many times she sees it, Qiao Wan still blushes.

She always remembered their one and only intimate encounter, a moment of intense pleasure that would haunt her forever.

"Hansheng, the milk is warmed up. I'm going back to my room to rest."

Qiao Wan left as usual.

Pei Hansheng suddenly grabbed her wrist, his gaze falling on the divorce agreement on the table: "What's this?"

Qiao Wan struggled to free her hand, her voice choked with uncontrollable sobs: "Those four big words, can't you see them? I've already signed them."

Pei Han sneered, tightening his grip: "What, you're about to reunite with your first love, and you can't hold back anymore?"

"You're hurting me, Pei Hansheng." Qiao Wan met Pei Hansheng's sarcastic gaze, her heart aching. "We both know the reasons for the divorce."

Pei Hansheng's eyes flashed with a sinister light: "So what if you have another home outside! Your love nest with Ye Jizhou!"

Qiao Wan was stunned for a few seconds, then the anger of being wronged surged into her head, and tears streamed down her face.

"That's not my and Ye Jizhou's home, that's yours..."

"I'm not interested in your story with the murderer!"

Pei Hansheng didn't even have the patience to listen to her explanation.

The word "child" stuck in Qiao Wan's throat, turning over and over countless times, before finally turning into bitterness and being swallowed back down.

She could never forget the look of disgust on Pei Hansheng's face every time the topic came up.

"An already insane woman giving birth to another insane child for the Pei family?"

"A woman a murderer has touched, do you think I'm secondhand trash?"

Every word was like a knife, piercing Qiao Wan's heart.

She lowered her face helplessly.

He couldn't utter another word.

Pei Hansheng pulled her closer, pinched her chin, and her clear, moist eyes were filled with his own reflection, which finally dispelled the nameless irritation in his chest.

"Qiao Wan, listen to me, you can have a divorce, but you won't get a single penny of the Pei family's money!"

Qiao Wan lifted her eyelids, her tear-filled eyes filled with self-mockery.

"I've paid off my debts, I don't deserve the money."

A moment of astonishment flashed across Pei Hansheng's face, and a layer of gloom descended upon his brows and eyes.

You'd better think this through.

Qiao Wan's voice was soft, gentle, and pleasant: "I don't regret it."

Pei Hansheng released his grip, changed his clothes, and left without looking back.

"I can't agree to it even if I regret it."

The door opened and closed again, letting in a gust of cold wind.

Qiao Wan slumped onto the bed, curled up, and hugged herself tightly.